Monday, October 23, 2006

"I don't like the name Fidel. I prefer Che."

Before weekend babble. Lebo M died. That is really just plain shit. She was wonderful. I met her once or twice. The first time was when I went to watch my friends film their show, and she was one of the guests. Backstage she was full of energy and craziness and fun. And she was also miniature. And had platinum hair. You just had to love her. Then I watched a doccie on her and was completely inspired by her strength, intelligence and self-determination, which I have always kept with me. I have always really admired her, and such an accident is just shit for this country.

Rest In Peace, you gorgeous woman!

Otherwise… Got woken up at 7.45 on Sunday morning after a whole 3 hours of sleep to my friend “Ms. Fidel” shaking my leg.
“Champs, wake up. Wake up. We’re leaving. You can sleep on my couch”.
“You are insane. Not a chance. Looking at my options, driving far far up the Nicol without sunglasses & a hangover or Sleeping on your couch do not come anywhere close in appeal to my current situation…sleeping in the bed of this hot hot man, even if we are not even cuddling. Bugger off”.
“No! Get up. I am not going to be around when this entire household of only guys get up in an hour to all go off to golf. GET UP NOW!!”
“Yes Fidel. I don’t really see the problem with that. I did that last weekend. But as you say, Fidel. Bluddy hell”.
For a short blonde chick she definitely knows how to make me listen & obey. That’s the thing with dictators, I guess. And then I lay on her couch all morning unable to get back to sleep watching the series channel, well, until the power went out because of stolen copper electric cables up the road & I was stuck on her property. STOP STEALING CABLES...Honestly.

I really would’ve liked to stay in that bed. Thanks AGAIN ‘Jack”….I’ll see you next Sunday morning if this trend keeps up!

But Ms Fidel made me tuna salad for breakfast. Cause that’s what you want for a hangover meal?!?!? But one does not argue with one’s dictator.

Then my Darling D Pimp phoned and shouted at me (tamed down & language edited version of his rant):
“I am pretty damn certain we had this exact conversation exactly last Sunday while you were drinking gingerbeer on the stairs of some shopping centre. You end up in the bed of a hot man and you still do not get shagged. Did you even (edit) (edit) (edit) or try to (edit) (edit)? Honestly. I am giving up on you & this task. And did he have a girlfriend? I bet he did, knowing you!!”
Yes, well, that’s why we didn’t even cuddle. And I am so impressed with my intelligence… if you have to make a decision of where to sleep in a house of 8 guys at 4am on a drunken post-Colony morning, where is the safest place to sleep…. the bed of the guy with the girlfriend!! Much to the frustration of my dear persistent Blue-Bearded Pirate who engineered for us to have Cobra beers after Colony at his house to see how much longer I could resist. I had plans of my own… and for one moment that weekend staged a coup against my dictator…and well, just gonna say I am so talented at the artful set up! He he he.

Then Darling D’s boyfriend shouted into the phone that he’d shag me if I wanted to. Thanks babe, you’re so sweet & caring! Then he got more descriptive and D screamed at him in the horror of the thought of a naked woman and hung up, & I don’t see there being a lot of loving in that relationship this week.

Otherwise, gorgeous night of drinking with dear Jam & Fly* on Friday!! Thanks & we can do that again anytime. Then I bumped into a friend on the way to my car, and she convinced me we needed to catch up @ Transkei & then catch up some more @ Catz’ PJs….over pizza…and a litre of sangria…and another litre of sangria….and then it was sunrise & I was snoozing in a chair. Bluddy hell.

I found my kid again!! He was so so happy to see me & broke out into the biggest grin as soon as we spotted each other. His name is Isaac. I need to find out info about shelters cause I have promised to take him to one. Such an intelligent sweet kid! Well…he follows in his mom’s footsteps after all.

Saturday night, after a day of being Fidel’s shopping partner instead of attending a beerfest as was my original plan…we ended up at Colony. Some chick threw ice at someone. It hit me in the eye. So I made some British guy unrelated to the entire situation buy me a tequila. And then everyone started drunkenly considering who was going to be scoring who and we all went back to a house to drink beer & ponder the question some more. Cause that’s what one does on a normal chilled weekend like mine.

13 comments:

Jam said...

Sweetie, you're going to have to end up shagging SOMEONE sometime. *sigh*
Loved having drinks on Friday and yes, we can always do it again, and again, and again.

fly said...

Yeah im there with you...a much needed distration in my life :) thx to you both and my weekend actually turned out quite superb....

Im still feeling a little evil but that will disapear next weekend hopefully...

Champagne Heathen said...

Jam - I think the 1st step would be to ending up in the hot single guy's bed!

And again and again and again we shall have drinks. OH! I had to laugh that at our 2nd place of call, friends kept calling me aside to say how much they liked you, were you single...?? I told them to buy me a tequila & we could discuss it.

Fly - Excellent to know your w.end turned out suberb!! Yeah! Evil is not necessarily ALWAYS a bad thing ;) I really wish I'd be feeling MORE evil on Sat night, but good behaviour is always a welcome change every once in awhile!

ChewTheCud said...

hullo champers! glad to see you enjoyed your weekend. Mine was filled with a LOT of sleep and and plenty of visits from mates - so i can't complain.

Champagne Heathen said...

Fidel's comment:
Ok I can’t figure out how to comment on your blog so will just do it by good old fashioned email. Well written Champs, although a friend says I deserve to be called Satan for waking you up on Sunday morning!!!!
At least I provided breakfast though, something there was no chance of at the boys’ house!! And after much complaining you did enjoy the tuna salad…hi hi.
I will try to be less Fidel and more Zuma next weekend and pretend we do actually have a democracy going!!! Don’t feel like working!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ah, my little milkmaided Fidel Zuma Satan, thanks! And thanks for taking charge of a great w.end. We'll do it again...next w.end probably. And there WAS breakfast at that house...those cold cold pizzas they were being so protective over so we'd have breakfast. Mmmmmmm!

Champagne Heathen said...

Chews - good to see you are at your computer & typing this morning! You have to LOVE the relaxed weekends!! It's what I am planning this week to all be about.

ChewTheCud said...

This week maybe - but all the halloween parties happening this weekend? no chance resting then. gotta decide on a good mask - i really wanna see if i can get hannibal lecter's mask.

Jam said...

*blush*
Single but not available, if you know what I mean.
Did they buy you tequila then?

Revolving Credit said...

Not sure but this post seem like you just republished lsat monday mornings post?

Champagne Heathen said...

Jam - that's pretty much what I told them! And I don't THINK that any of them bought me tequilas, but at some stage I know tequilas were just coming from every angle.

Rev - you gotta stick with a good thing! But I think it was more of a follow-up than a repeat.

Revolving Credit said...

Well at least you appear to be monogamous - passing out pissed at the same house in the same guys bed every week.

Robert@iScatterlings.com said...

I cannot believe how unlucky I was. To only now know that girls sharing my bed/sofa/hammock/lilo were gagging for it but being Mr Nice guy, I fell alseep............!

Need my head read.

Champagne Heathen said...

Rev - that's so true!! Finally, I am monogamous at something! Success!!

Rob - Fool!! Imagine all the great sex you have missed out on over the many many years. Maybe as much as me, with my chose of which beds to snooze in!